This week he started "real" school. He was fine the first day. Tilden and I took him to school and the parking lot was jam packed with cars and people. He wasn't nervous at all because he had already been here and made new friends and knew his teacher.
He was smiling when he got to class and found that he had a NEW cubby with his name on front with his favorite color, blue.
He signed in on the sign up board and went right to his seat without even giving Tilden and I a hug or a wave. He was busy being "big".
So the first day was pretty fun. He had a million things to tell me and was excited about making new friends. Second day...the length of the day was beginning to sink in and he was disgusted with me for taking so long to pick him up. Apparently, he feels that he should go home when he wants to...whether or not the day has ended. LOL The final day of school for his first week was a whole different story. I picked him up at the end of the day and he was in tears. Then I hear from his teacher that he had been crying off and on for the past 2 hours. He was "to tired for school and to sad because he missed his mom", according to Jacob. He didn't even go to art that afternoon because his mom likes art and it made him miss her more. LOL What a manipulative little man he can be! The teacher let him stay in his class room with her and he read books silently to himself while she did some work.
We've had a nice 3 day weekend and he goes back tomorrow. He's not fussy or saying that he doesn't want to go to school, but man oh man...do I feel sorry for his teacher this year! He is really good at getting his own way by manipulation. He's so little and adorable and he can well up tears in a nano second, drenching those long eyelashes and making them look even longer. I am going to have to buy her something really nice for Christmas. Have fun Mrs. Shaw!
